“No.” Cramer glared. “My God, you can be honorable when you want to be! Will you answer a plain question? Do you think she was murdered?”
“No.”
“Then you think it was purely accidental?”
“No.”
“What the hell do you think?”
“Nothing at all. About that. I know nothing about it. I have no interest in it. The woman died, as all women do, may she rest in peace, and I lost a fee. Why don’t you ask me this: if you knew what I know, if I told you all about the job she hired me for, would you feel that her death required further investigation?”
“Okay. I ask it.”
“The answer is no. Since you have discovered no single suspicious circumstance. Will you have some beer?”
“Yes, I will,” Cramer growled.
He consumed a bottle, got no further concessions either in information or in hypothetical questions, and departed.